𝐺𝑃, 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝐴𝑆𝑂𝑁.

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My Self-Summary

Am I really supposed to fill all this out? It's so long...

There's not much to tell. Name's Lighter. When I'm not too busy being kidnapped, you can find me in the Outer Ring. As the undefeated Champion, I defend the honor of the Sons of Calydon.

    My Future Plans

Here? Just playing the game.

    My Talents

Settling scores with my fists. Oh, and I'm not half bad at errands.

    Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Caesar's more of the reader between us, but she never lets me touch the books I pick up for her. Movies... disaster? Romance is alright too. Music is whatever's playing in Steeltusk. Though when boss and Lucy get on the piano, it's got a nice sound to it. As for food... anything convenient and edible. Taste is a bonus, I guess. On the go or in a Hollow, lollipops work fine for me.

      My Ideal Partner

[ he left this blank like a coward. ]

   

Height 6'1"/185cm   Body Type boxer   Smokes not anymore   Drinks occasionally   Drugs no   Sign capricorn, says lucy     Education street smart     Occupation biker gang champion     Income pretty good     Children none     Pets do little boars count?     Hobbies joyrides, sometimes

             

   

 

 

       

    01. WINE OR BEER

Beer, if there's no Nitro-Fuel around.

    .02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

...Clowns?

    .03 SHOWER OR BATH

Shower, it's more convenient.

    .04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Pirates. Hollow bandits are pretty similar.

    .05 TITS OR ASS

Uhh. Either, I suppose...

    .06 COFFEE OR TEA

Coffee.

    .07 SPICY OR SWEET

Sweet.

    .08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Summer. Not much winter to speak of at home.

      .09 LEATHER OR LACE

Leather. Easier to clean.

    10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Hey, who's asking?

         

   

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ENERGY

63%

introverted

 

MIND

51%

intuitive

 

NATURE

76%

feeling

 

TACTICS

58%

judging

 

IDENTITY

61%

turbulent

 

 

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Comments

[flagrant]

[ And here he is, admitting he got swindled in broad daylight to the tune of one. ]

Just the one. [ Can you hear the grimace in his voice... ] But from the sounds of it, I may have gotten off lucky with a piece of string that they were trying to pass off as underwear. Just because it was gold didn't make it any more impressive.

[malpwactice]

And you couldn't get a single person to wear it for you, huh. That's a real tragedy.

[the waves of hypocritical judgment coming from across this partition, just for the fun of judging a newbie]

[flagrant]

Huh. [ The vacuous sound of judgment thunking off his thick skull. ] I thought I was supposed to wear it, so I didn't bother.

[malpwactice]

[oh, the poor guy, born with no lateral thinking]

[Maybe he should get into more debt, Aak thinks. The house might have a whole lotta fun with someone like that.]

Oh, yea, that would have done it too... well, it would have worked if you found another person. It'd be an infinite money cheat if they just let doing something all alone count for chips.

[flagrant]

Since I won the thing, it didn't seem right to go around asking someone else to wear it. That'd really mess with what honor I've got left.

[ No lateral thinking and a sucker. Or a gentleman, however you want to look at it. ]

[malpwactice]

Your honor is really valuable here, after all.

[he's at least ready for this one to ding off the man's iron-plated head]

If you need someone to help you out then the honorable thing to do would be to offer something in exchange. Like your body.

[flagrant]

You'd be surprised at what I've kept ahold of it through, that's all.

[ So maybe it just hit his skull and... stuck. ]

Listen, I know it's sound advice...

[malpwactice]

It's really good advice. [if he does say so himself!]

Do you need to think about it more? Or do you need to practice~?

[flagrant]

I'm not sure thinking about it is gonna do me any good at this point. Generally speaking, I'm used to solving problems with my f — [ stops. throws it in reverse. he squints at the partition. ] ...are you propositioning me?

[malpwactice]

Yea? [why the hell not]

You might blow a fuse if you overthink it so why not give yourself a trial run? I'm pretty experienced!

[flagrant]

[ Silence reigns over the line until Lighter gives an acquiescing grunt. Too many thoughts, much duress. ]

Yeah, alright. Maybe you've got a point.

[malpwactice]

I'm glad you see if my way! [hehehe]

[Eager to play, Aak quickly sits himself upright to lean over and smack the LUST button.]

[flagrant]

Well, since I've so helpfully been kidnapped and deposited on someone else's turf besides my own, it doesn't hurt to learn the rules from a veteran.

[ Lighter likewise sets a more wary paw on the button, but he does eventually press it. When the partition lowers, he doesn't give much indication that he's surprised to see a genuine catboy on the other side. ]

Alright. Now that we've had our face reveals, still game?

[malpwactice]

[What was it with attractive people and assuming the game would be off at any point...? Then again, Aak is a creature of very few scruples. He would be most likely to turn a person down for seeming dangerous than being unattractive. And even if their face was nothing special it didn't mean their body would be!]

Well, now I'm wondering what you'd do if I said "nah," [he crosses over into the other's half of the pod, carefully looking over the state of the place before looking up at the man himself.]

Just hang around for another thirty minutes? [His mischievous look covers for the fact that... as a new person with no aphrodisiac forcing the issue, that would probably be how it went. And that wouldn't be fun at all!]

Oh! You could show me some of those brawl moves! Not on me, of course, I'm too delicate.

[While he's indulging the hypothetical "nah," he's also getting very into Lighter's personal space and pressing up against him when he can.]

[flagrant]

[ Proximity causes his chin to chuck upwards, tension going on the upswing ever-so-slightly. Like, just enough to give the impression he's a shade away from hover hands. He talks a big game, but... ]

I mean, if you wanted to hang around for thirty minutes watching me practice, I wouldn't turn you down there either. The question is whether or not our surroundings would make it. If I put a hole in the wall or lit something on fire, I bet I'd see the bill for that real quick.

[malpwactice]

[Oh, he's funny, Aak can't help but think. A guy like this was gonna get eaten alive by this place.]

Well, now I really wanna see that... [Aak presses his cheek up against the other's chest, his tail swishing behind him. The physical prowess and the foolish debt-incursion. Lighter may be hover hands but Aak is unthinkably clingy while he tries to decide if there's some way to get both things he wants out of this situation.]

... maybe at Talon later... [can he convince Broca to come fistfight this guy? that'd be a pretty picture]

[flagrant]

[ Even given a fine coat of desire, Lighter knows enterprise when he sees it. Brow quirking, his heel scuffs backwards, an action that does actually seem intentional for the half-second it takes to mark it as a precursor to flopping back down on the couch. He's a guy, alright, he spreads — your ample chariot awaits, kbitty. ]

Oh? You got a venue in mind? [ He tips his head aside, curious. ] And a challenger, too, if I'm not mistaken. As a warning, I only like to fight when you bet everything on me.

[malpwactice]

[Oh, hello, is this a space for kitties? Any personal space Lighter gains is quickly lost as Aak perches himself on one of those legs, leaning with his hands against the other's chest. His tail swishes and his eyes shine with mischief.]

Oh. I can find a guy for that. [It shouldn't be an issue to bet on Lighter but Aak likes Broca a bit too much for that. He can find someone physical that he also doesn't care too much for.]

So, you like it best when someone's rooting for you? Never been a cheerleader before but hey, maybe I'll become a fan.

[While none of his words are explicitly sexual, there's a hint of double meaning there. A roll of the hips when mentioning "rooting for you," and dragging his finger along the other's chest when he suggests he'll be a fan.]

[flagrant]

[ Without his impressive repertoire of winnings behind him, Lighter finds that the laissez-faire reaction to his conditions isn't so surprising. A short laugh gusts out of him, slightly rusted over by the way his gut coils beneath the drag of Aak's hips. ]

Wouldn't anyone? [ Earnest enough for his part, head cocking as he reaches out to skim a gloved fingertip over the curve of his ear. ] Being a fan of mine is a sure win. Back home, I'm undefeated — cheers are like fuel for the champion.

[malpwactice]

[It comes close to feeling like a pet, which he would take the wrong far, but it is a nice touch. He idly wonders what it would be like to have fans. From his mild experience during the time the ranks had gotten scrambled it was fun to have people hanging on his words but also annoying when they wouldn't leave him alone. He could tell there was a difference, though, between simply appreciation, being a fan, and having someone as your only one.]

... well, a sure win means the bets don't pay out as good, right?

[Well, if he was betting everything it was probably better to have it be a sure thing...]

Undefeated is pretty cool but ain't it precarious? You lose once and you lose the whole title.

[And Aak can't help but think that defeat would look good on this guy. Maybe it's his mean spirit peeking through. He wasn't a fanboy that could be satisfied by watching their fav win over and over again.]

[flagrant]

[ Lighter laughs a little, the sound low in his gut, warmed by the weight and friction of Aak's thighs. He shifts the substantial angle of his hips between them, touch skirting his jawline briefly before falling to his waist. He tucks his palm against its angle, gloved thumb pressing to a slender hipbone. ]

Sure, it might be precarious for anyone who isn't me. [ He wouldn't be the the first to look at him like that, as if his dedication to the bit is something worth dissecting, flaying open to see what lies beneath. ] I've got a lot more than just my own pride riding on my title though.

[ If he knows the irony of his words when juxtaposed with his aversion to eye contact, he's not acknowledging it. ]

But wouldn't people love to see a champion fall in the right conditions? That's when the winnings really start racking up.

[malpwactice]

[Aak tilts his head, considering what there would be besides his pride. There were the financials. There were the fans. Maybe he had a sick little sister somewhere that needed the money. Even if he didn't, that was the kind of story fans would go crazy for, right?]

So you work up a challenger then put 'em in their place? [he can only think of this as an elaborate scam. Lighter might be sincere, he might just be a fighter that loves winning and hates gore, but Aak has to imagine someone is behind him counting the bills and weighing the options.]

So, like, you're a dream-crusher, then! [he says it like it's praise, that by continuing to win he was stepping on other people- and that was kind of sexy, too!]

[flagrant]

[ He knows when someone's trying to wiggle their claws in, little strokes meant to unearth whatever it is that keeps his blood hot. Whatever it is that lies beyond his gaze, keeping it schooled forward. Shrewd. A funny smile crosses his face. ]

If the dream is beating me, then yeah. I am.

[malpwactice]

[Finding out what made someone tick often involved taking them apart. It was true for machines, it was true for the human body, and it was true for people's motivations.]

[A shame that he could have been so easily distracted if they had just moved immediately to showboating fighting techniques or kissing techniques. Even with the door between them gone he ended up talking!]

Never met a professional dream-crusher before.

[... that's a lie, he probably has. Still, he's teasing, and he leans in to brush his lips against the line of the other man's jaw.]